Blood droplets cleanse the earth of life:
The human body of the human soul.
Left foot, right foot,
The trudging continues,
The blood prevents.
Drip, drip: it grows!
Traction decreasing and balance wavering,
The earth’s the sky and the sky the earth:
An axis unturned,
Left foot, right foot,
The trudging continues!
Drip, drip: time slows.
Sanguine mirrors and images of the decomposing dead
Left to rot, to wither into decay.
Sanguine mirrors: deep red reflections,
Faces foreign and near
Painting the walls, painting the skies,
Luring twirling
Taunting mocking…
Grief appears like a bolus soaked in bile: poisoned with HCL.
Like a widow forced to watch their Jr. Grow, agonized in HCL.
Or a grandson ambition-less, beacon-less, lost in HCL.
Death is nigh.
There’s that burn…!
Drip, drip:
It grows.
The garden grows as the days go by and the winter draws in to numb the world’s toes.
Always thickening, sprouting….
Sprouting boney thorns and calcified stalks,
Veiny roots and capillaric clots:
Stalks grown in Ancient Morgan’s blood:
Familiar skin,
His skin, her skin, our skin: we are a mural of kin!
13's Summer Harvest by C.A.D
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